Diamonds are nothing more than chunks of coal that stuck to their jobs.

Diamonds are nothing more than chunks of coal that stuck to their jobs.

When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, read more

When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our souls fly open and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.

In the great mass of our people there are plenty individuals of intelligence from among whom leadership can be recruited.

In the great mass of our people there are plenty individuals of intelligence from among whom leadership can be recruited.

Good instincts usually tell you what to do before your head has figured it
out.

Good instincts usually tell you what to do before your head has figured it
out.

Any startling piece of work has a subversive element in it, a delicious element often. Subversion is only disagreeable when read more

Any startling piece of work has a subversive element in it, a delicious element often. Subversion is only disagreeable when it manifests in political or social activity. In what we call art, it's one of the most desirable characteristics of a piece of work.

It is overdoing the thing to die for love.

It is overdoing the thing to die for love.

Angels fly because they take themselves lightly.

Angels fly because they take themselves lightly.

Have no fear of perfection-you'll never reach it.

Have no fear of perfection-you'll never reach it.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.